Handong: Sha Li wants political achievements? I'll shut down the entire province.

The ink was still wet, gleaming with a cold, bluish light.

Lin Yubing deftly pulled out the document, avoiding Sha Ruijin's trembling hand.

She put this humiliating and unequal agreement into a top-secret file and lightly ran her fingertip across the seal.

"Secretary Sha, your scenes are finished."

Lin Yubing pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone as cold as a machine.

Sha Ruijin stood up stiffly from the low stool, like a walking corpse.

His legs went weak, and after taking just one step, he staggered and grabbed the mahogany wall panel next to him.

Yan Qingfeng picked up the cup of cold, leftover tea.

With a flick of his wrist, the tea splashed onto the golden toad tea pet on the tea table.

Yan Qingfeng didn't even glance at him.

"Secretary Sha, take care and don't let us see you off."

"Handong's financial account will be automatically unlocked at 8:00 AM tomorrow."

Yan Qingfeng pulled out a hot towel to wipe his hands and casually added a sentence.

"Gas stations will resume fuel supply."

Sha Ruijin's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the door frame, his back stiffening.

"Please convey this message to all the officials, big and small, in Handong."

Yan Qingfeng threw down the towel, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Remember, from now on, the ruler of Handong will be surnamed Yan."

Sha Ruijin didn't dare to turn around.

He dragged his feet aimlessly and disappeared into the cold, dark shadows of the corridor.

The next morning, at exactly eight o'clock.

Handong Province seemed to have been brought back to life by a magic spell.

The lights in the municipal party committee compound all turned on at once.

The broken generator that had been roaring all night in the corner finally went out.

A pig-like cheer erupted from the finance office.

"Unlocked! Money has entered the municipal bureau's official account!"

Fatty Wang stared at the computer screen, so excited that he almost burst into tears.

On the streets and alleys, the police cars that had broken down were refilled with gasoline.

Red and blue flashing lights pierced the morning mist, and sirens blared throughout Jingzhou.

Ordinary people, holding their newly issued Lingxiao brand high-salary mobile phones, chatted and laughed on the roadside.

But in the unheated meeting room in the municipal party committee compound, the atmosphere was freezing cold.

All the senior leaders stared at the operational data on the big screen, trembling with fear.

Everyone knows the truth perfectly well.

Handong is no longer the official Handong, but the private territory of the Lingxiao Consortium.

Only when Master Yan fed them from a bowl could they get a hot meal.

2 PM, Jingzhou Public Security Bureau compound.

Dozens of media reporters with their cameras and microphones blocked the steps of the office building.

The flashes of the cameras were so bright they made it hard to open your eyes.

Hou Liangping was forced to the top of the steps with his hands tied behind his back by two burly special police officers.

His black windbreaker reeked of sourness, his hair looked like a bird's nest, and his eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep.

"Let me go! This is retaliation! I was sent by the Supreme People's Procuratorate!"

Hou Liangping roared hysterically, spittle flying everywhere.

Zhao Donglai, dressed in a crisp police uniform, walked forward with a cold expression.

He held the disciplinary decision with the red stamp in his hand and threw it directly at Hou Liangping's face.

"Director Hou, open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

Zhao Donglai sneered, his voice carrying throughout the venue via the media's microphone.

"This is an official document personally signed by Secretary Sha!"

"Dereliction of duty, abuse of power, and moral depravity!"

Zhao Donglai's words were like knives, mercilessly stripping away his last pretense.

"The Zhong family has fallen. Your little act of borrowing power has run its course!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two staff members from the Provincial Commission for Discipline Inspection stepped forward expressionlessly.

One person held down Hou Liangping's shoulder, while another person directly took action.

Two crisp, tearing sounds rang out.

The epaulets on Hou Liangping's shoulders, which symbolized power, were forcibly torn off!

"My epaulets! Zhao Donglai, you'll die a horrible death!"

Hou Liangping struggled frantically, his face covered in tears and snot.

His uniform jacket, which represented the Anti-Corruption Bureau, was also stripped off in public.

It was thrown onto the muddy steps like a rag.

Countless pairs of mocking and disdainful eyes stared intently at him.

Without this identity, Hou Liangping is no better than an ordinary citizen, and has become a complete joke.

"Get out of Jingzhou now and stop polluting the territory of Handong."

Zhao Donglai waved his hand, as if shooing away a disgusting fly.

Several police officers pushed and shoved Hou Liangping out of the gate like a stray dog.

Amidst bursts of laughter, he stumbled and disappeared around the street corner.

Evening, the top-floor office on the 88th floor of the Lingxiao Building.

Outside the panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, the city bustles with traffic as it comes back to life.

The neon lights flickered like a sea of ​​stars, all shining for Yan Qingfeng alone.

Lin Yubing walked in, wearing high heels, holding a transparent evidence bag in her hand.

"Master Yan, Hou Liangping has been put on the green train back to the capital."

She casually tossed the evidence bag onto the large rosewood desk.

Inside were the old epaulets that had been torn from Hou Liangping's shoulders.

"Handong's official system has been completely replaced with our system."

Lin Yubing smiled, her eyes filled with absolute admiration.

Yan Qingfeng leaned back in the boss's chair, holding a half-full glass of scarlet Romanée-Conti.

He glanced at the epaulets on the table, a hint of arrogant disdain flashing in his eyes.

He reached out and grabbed the evidence bag, tossing it into the shredder at his feet like trash.

The sound of "crunching" rang out.

The once lofty symbols of power have instantly turned into a pile of waste paper.

He has completely cleared and conquered the Han Dong instance map.

Power has knelt down before capital in an unprecedented way.

But this little bit of fun was far from satisfying Yan Qingfeng's appetite.

"The game in Handong is too small; even max-level characters are dominating the newbie village, it's not fun to play."

Yan Qingfeng tilted his head back and drank the red wine in one gulp.

He stood up and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

My gaze travels beyond the horizon of Jingzhou, looking towards the other side of the ocean.

"How's Su Jianxin doing with ripping off those foreigners on Wall Street?"

Lin Yubing curled a cold smile at the corner of her lips and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Yan, President Su just made a encrypted call."

"Those established Wall Street financial groups are getting desperate; they can't fill the five billion dollar hole."

She paused, a hint of excitement in her voice.

"They even got people on Capitol Hill to intervene and try to freeze the profits in our offshore accounts."

"That's interesting. They beat up the younger one, and then the older one came out."

Yan Qingfeng turned around, picked up the black trench coat from the coat rack, and casually draped it over his shoulders.

He spoke coldly as he walked out.

His tone was filled with a chilling, fanatical killing intent.

"Get the plane ready. Since those old fogies on Wall Street don't follow the rules, I, Yan Ye, will personally fly over and teach them a lesson."